The Last Paper Shop

These days, cities do not allow burning paper on the roadside and instead offer flowers as a sacrifice. Paper money sellers have gone away, and flower shops have stood up seriously. What's more, the damn funeral parlor has launched some activity where I offer a dance to my ancestors. As soon as the ditty "Feng Wu Nine Heavens" is played, a bunch of filial sons stand on the grave and shake it. In the new era, do I, the traditional Mr. Yin and Yang, still have a way to survive?